New Conception White Extension room

The White Extension was designed by Urban Architecture that located in Dublin, Ireland, is a house spreading for a artist and his family. When Urban Architecture first met the homeowners of this house they were house hunting for a new home. However, finished sketch designs it apace became manifest that the transformation of this diminutive digit bedroom flushed brick terraced house to a family bag organisation would be possible. The spreading of the bag organisation that titled White Extension, consists of digit white boxes across the width of the rear of the property. The modify box, containing open plan experience space opens full to the rear using a bi-folding glazed screen with roof reddened art reddened into the deep plan.

The second incase movement above contains a officer bedroom, the large window with vertical screening to ensure privacy. The bag garden has been treated as an spreading of the experience area. Salvaged radiators, floor boards and door furniture were sourced for the existing parts of the house, while the detailing of the spreading is for a clean modern look, understandably showing the distinction between older and new. Built in furniture is used in every room to tap storage. The success of the send lies in the opening up of the rear of the house and the ingest of every conception of the space to its full potential to create a reddened filled family home.

New Conception White Extension room

The White Extension was designed by Urban Architecture that located in Dublin, Ireland, is a house spreading for a artist and his family. When Urban Architecture first met the homeowners of this house they were house hunting for a new home. However, finished sketch designs it apace became manifest that the transformation of this diminutive digit bedroom flushed brick terraced house to a family bag organisation would be possible. The spreading of the bag organisation that titled White Extension, consists of digit white boxes across the width of the rear of the property. The modify box, containing open plan experience space opens full to the rear using a bi-folding glazed screen with roof reddened art reddened into the deep plan.

The second incase movement above contains a officer bedroom, the large window with vertical screening to ensure privacy. The bag garden has been treated as an spreading of the experience area. Salvaged radiators, floor boards and door furniture were sourced for the existing parts of the house, while the detailing of the spreading is for a clean modern look, understandably showing the distinction between older and new. Built in furniture is used in every room to tap storage. The success of the send lies in the opening up of the rear of the house and the ingest of every conception of the space to its full potential to create a reddened filled family home.

Im back.....

Ive decided to come back to blogging, not that I was ever a dutiful blogger anyway!

I find it all a bit odd, like Im chatting to myself, and have wondered in the past "whats the point?"...."Do I really have anything to say thats worth reading about?".... "Who in their right mind (no offence!) wants to have a look into my life?"....but, I suppose Ive answered my own question, I love reading all about other peoples! So maybe if there is just one of you out there that enjoys my blog then I suppose it's worth doing!



Another thing that really caught my eye whilst blog-hopping was a wonderful stitch-along hosted by Amy at inspire.co.

To celebrate her birthday this month, she is going to do a grid-style sampler with a square for each of her 39 years. She will do a square per day starting March 1 until April 8 and will post the squares here. and she has invited anyone else to join her! It can be anything you like so to kick off my first square will be quite patriotic!

Im back.....

Ive decided to come back to blogging, not that I was ever a dutiful blogger anyway!

I find it all a bit odd, like Im chatting to myself, and have wondered in the past "whats the point?"...."Do I really have anything to say thats worth reading about?".... "Who in their right mind (no offence!) wants to have a look into my life?"....but, I suppose Ive answered my own question, I love reading all about other peoples! So maybe if there is just one of you out there that enjoys my blog then I suppose it's worth doing!



Another thing that really caught my eye whilst blog-hopping was a wonderful stitch-along hosted by Amy at inspire.co.

To celebrate her birthday this month, she is going to do a grid-style sampler with a square for each of her 39 years. She will do a square per day starting March 1 until April 8 and will post the squares here. and she has invited anyone else to join her! It can be anything you like so to kick off my first square will be quite patriotic!

Job Woes.

So I am not sure if I have mentioned Darnell Biggins to you before. He is the inmate clerk in the mess hall, and in the past has made my life miserable, and made it tough for me to find time to work on the computer once they had taken my personal machine from me.

Today I see him up at the chapel and I happen to mention the $2.00 and change missing from my pay. He says that should not be. I further mention that it appears they have switched my job number, which governs the normal hours I get paid, and the rate. He claims he did not know that it was switched.

It has been going on for over six weeks, and I know he personally fills out the preprinted time sheets with all the hours for each of the 100 plus inmates listed. Since I used to be in a group of six or so inmates listed on their own page, and am now on the regular list with about 65 other inmates, it would be tough to miss.

He is either stupid, or lying to me.

I happened to mention to Ray (Carlton) that I talked to Biggins, and that Biggins said the reason I was still not working was that two staff people did not want me around. One is an officer, the other, one of the civilian cooks. Ray mentions no, it is another one of the officers down there that does not want me there.

Ironically, all of the people mentioned have been there for a while and while I might not be their best friend, I was working with them in the past. The point is that I do not know how much of what Darnell -- oops, so used to staff people calling inmates by their last name -- is saying is possibly the truth, nor what Ray says is the whole story either.

It still amazes me not only that any staff person is willing to look the great gift of my services in the mouth, and how little power John Black, the food service manager has over what goes on in the area he is responsible for.

Are you able to follow any of this, or do you even care? I am not sure how much of this I really want you to write back about, but if you want better (more) detail just ask. I would rather you not mention specific questions just in case your letter does get read on the way in.

Job Woes.

So I am not sure if I have mentioned Darnell Biggins to you before. He is the inmate clerk in the mess hall, and in the past has made my life miserable, and made it tough for me to find time to work on the computer once they had taken my personal machine from me.

Today I see him up at the chapel and I happen to mention the $2.00 and change missing from my pay. He says that should not be. I further mention that it appears they have switched my job number, which governs the normal hours I get paid, and the rate. He claims he did not know that it was switched.

It has been going on for over six weeks, and I know he personally fills out the preprinted time sheets with all the hours for each of the 100 plus inmates listed. Since I used to be in a group of six or so inmates listed on their own page, and am now on the regular list with about 65 other inmates, it would be tough to miss.

He is either stupid, or lying to me.

I happened to mention to Ray (Carlton) that I talked to Biggins, and that Biggins said the reason I was still not working was that two staff people did not want me around. One is an officer, the other, one of the civilian cooks. Ray mentions no, it is another one of the officers down there that does not want me there.

Ironically, all of the people mentioned have been there for a while and while I might not be their best friend, I was working with them in the past. The point is that I do not know how much of what Darnell -- oops, so used to staff people calling inmates by their last name -- is saying is possibly the truth, nor what Ray says is the whole story either.

It still amazes me not only that any staff person is willing to look the great gift of my services in the mouth, and how little power John Black, the food service manager has over what goes on in the area he is responsible for.

Are you able to follow any of this, or do you even care? I am not sure how much of this I really want you to write back about, but if you want better (more) detail just ask. I would rather you not mention specific questions just in case your letter does get read on the way in.

Downward Spiral.

My life of late has been little more than a downward spiral. As I was taught way back when, "Cheer up I says things could be worse." Sure enough I cheered up and they got worse!

You last letter started off with a complaint of lack of letters on my side. I sent two letters in a few days time, and then silence. Okay I know from your Christmas card, you were fighting some bronchitis (why did you wait to go to doctor!) and it was the busy Christmas season so I thought I might hear from you by now. Alas, the old wait for tomorrow trick has now seen twelve days pass. So I am writing now.

I am wondering if I put too many requests in my last letters and you are pissed off? I thought I had told you if you ever feel the requests are too much, skip them. There was the question posed by the person about having me write more about the inside perspective of prison.

I think I have also sent you a copy of the letter I finally sent back to my brother. So I thought there should have been something there to write back to me about. If not, then hopefully something in this missal will tickle your fancy. I hope so; certainly my life has not had many tickles in it.

About the only ray of sunshine in my life has been Abby, and she surprised me with a bunch of books that arrived here at the end of last month! Boy do I remember the frequent, numerous and much awaited book drops you used to make. I no sooner get back from the package room and three or four inmates are already at my bunk wanting to see what titles I got in.

One reason I am writing now, 8.15 PM on Tuesday, is I received my bi-weekly commissary sheet today upon my return from the chapel. For the first time in many years I only have $55.20 in my account. My pay for my no-show job has been adjusted downward to $13.30 per week. My last three commissary buys were for $76.57, $73.85 and $64.37. So with only $13.30 coming in, things are looking really depressing.